Run to the hills
And smell the air
Feel the kiss of the wind
Shout if you must
The pain is transient
It will leave marks
But it will make you stronger
Welcome the butterfly
As it pecks your cheek
Whisper goodbye!
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Tea Poetry
PoésiePoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
